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<pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 01:03:07 +0000</pubDate>
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                    <title>That Emotional Roller Coaster Ride Called Volunteering </title>
                    <description>It feels so long ago when Shakira39s Waka wakastarted my day  weeks of getting soaked in African colors and spirit hoping to get a good placement somewhere in the country of my choice.And it worked. It has been six months since I got here in Ethiopia and almost a year since the start of my journey to volunteering in a distant land. The jitters of the unknown concerns about fulfillment of</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Ethiopia/Benishangul-Gumuz-Region/Asosa/blog-736845.html</link>
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                    <title>Adversity amidst the fertile jailoos </title>
                    <description>I am no stranger to poverty coming from a place where it is breathed in the air and served daily.  Slums and cramped spaces poor wages dirty and chaotic city streets local farmers fishermen and laborers toiling to feed their families at least once a day diaspora of people to other countries and poor if not lack of access to health care and education.  These are but some of the palpable re</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Kyrgyzstan/Kochkor/Sarala-Saz-/blog-618726.html</link>
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                    <title>Donning hooves Horsetrekking in Karakol</title>
                    <description>Only the occasional shish shish and drrr to tell the horse to go and stop break the placidity of the surroundings.  The gallops of the horses seamlessly blend with the hum of nearby river and the melodic hymns of the birds.  The sweet scent of pine trees permeates the air.  Verdant alpine mountains and poplar treelined valleys splash color to the framing snowcapped peaks.  Chilly air contra</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Kyrgyzstan/Karakol/blog-615010.html</link>
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                    <title>Finally Bishkek after a heartbreak and a half</title>
                    <description>Life here is difficult said the young goodlooking driver.  Not many jobs here.  Many go to other places.   Well the situation is similar in the Philippines.  People also go to other countries for better opportunities I replied as we cruised down the picturesque treelined road from the airport to my couchsurfing host39s house.    Made it at last to Kyrgyzstan.  If there is one word </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Kyrgyzstan/Bishkek/blog-609977.html</link>
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                    <title>"Do you hear the people sing"</title>
                    <description>This is not a travel blog.  At the risk of sounding melodramatic this is the story of a class struggle of ordinary people versus those in power of the poor versus the moneyed of the uninformed who chose to become enlightened versus those who are keeping them as such.This is the story of poor farmers and their fight to keep their lands from those who are grabbing it from them.  And of the first</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Philippines/Palawan/Taytay/blog-592757.html</link>
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                    <title>How to rapidly die at the summit of a mountain</title>
                    <description>If jumping off the edge is your answer you39re wrong. Big time.Answer Being sweaty on a treeless mountain summit and using a mobile phone in the middle of a brewing rain and peppered with lightning and thunder.We were on the summit of Mt. Pico de Loro waiting for the rest of our climb mates to get back from scaling the rocky vertical mountain39s beak. There was not much to see and do </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Philippines/Cavite/Ternate/Pico-de-Loro/blog-537688.html</link>
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                    <title>Like Catching a Glimpse of the Back of the Head</title>
                    <description>Even if one is born with an uncanny ability to twist the head around checking on the back of the head is nearly impossible to do without using external help from let's say a mirror.  Despite its nearness the eyes often miss out on a number of simple yet obscure pleasures that can enhance appreciation of one's self  like how the hair glows with each golden ray of sunshine or how a ribbon dan</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Philippines/Quezon/-Polillo-/blog-525843.html</link>
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                    <title>Namaste Sarangkot</title>
                    <description>Do you have chocolates Where are you fromIt must have been a nonschool day as many kids greeted me along the trail while trekking Sarangkot's hillside.  Pressed for time due to delays caused by the bandh or strike on my way to Pokhara I opted to just take a day trek after watching the sun kiss Annapurna.  The trail is actually the road that cuts through about five villages.  Quaint houses</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Nepal/Pokhara/Sarangkot/blog-502997.html</link>
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                    <title>See a sadhu or starve</title>
                    <description>Lack of money means no luxury to pay for entrance fees to anywhere.  No more temples or durbar squares.  It means missing my date with a Sadhu.  It is like being in Tibet without seeing a monk.  Have you encountered photosvideos or in person of weirdlooking men in dreadlocks covered with ash sometimes with painted faces in yellow or orange robes or naked who are either begging for alms </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Nepal/Bhaktapur/blog-526121.html</link>
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                    <title>In Kathmandu but without convertible money</title>
                    <description>And so the misadventures that had started at the ForEx in Manila's airport a week prior trailed me.  Nothing new.  Banks wouldn't exchange my peso and I could not get cash from my credit card as it was maxed out already.  Just great  in a foreign country without local currency and with only nonconvertible money and a useless plastic card.  No money to buy food or my plane ticket to go back hom</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Nepal/Kathmandu/blog-501884.html</link>
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                    <title>Postcard from Base Camp of the Top of the World</title>
                    <description>Yes there is a China Post near the Mt. Everest Base Camp  Amazing right  Actually we were unable to send anybody a postcard primarily because we didn't have anyone's address.  Email and Facebook were way faster anyway.  We just breezed through the rest of Tibet  2day road trip to Everest Base Camp and 1day more travel to cross the border to Nepal.  As much as I would like to dwell longe</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/China/Tibet/Everest/blog-502994.html</link>
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                    <title>Of Prayer Wheels Mandalas and Thangkas</title>
                    <description>Tashi Delek  Our local guide Jam greeted us as he placed a traditional Tibetan white scarf khata on our necks.  After 53 hours of train travel we were finally in Lhasa.  Even at night the city looked crisp and modern.  Roads and buildings were neatly planned and structured.  The city appeared to have a surfeit of marble supply because the roads and walkways were made from marble.  Yes ma</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/China/Tibet/Lhasa/blog-501950.html</link>
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                    <title>Enduring the "Rocket to the Rooftop of the World"</title>
                    <description>At the BeginningWo Pu Tong.  Means I don't understand or something like that.  My friend Yla often uttered this whenever it became too hard to understand what the locals were saying.  Me  I don't have a clue what he just said.  The language barrier is so thick that it hindered us from maximizing our sojourn in Shanghai.      First stop Shanghai.   This is where we boarded the QinghaiTibet</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/China/Qinghai/blog-501944.html</link>
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                    <title>Off to the Himalayas</title>
                    <description>Why do you want to visit such places  It is a rural backwater of China.  For that amount you could go to and enjoy Paris.For almost 4 months I've been plagued with similar questions and statements from a lot of people all puzzled with my choice of destination.  My singular retort I could go to all other usual touristy places when I am already old or arthritic but for now as long as </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/China/Tibet/blog-501607.html</link>
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                    <title>'Twas not Lonely at the Top</title>
                    <description>I came to train.  I got more than what I had bargained for.  A friend and I suddenly decided to climb up Mt. Pulag in preparation for our Everest Base Camp trip yes we are preparing even if it's just the base camp.  It is the highest peak in Luzon and 3rd highest in the entire Philippines at 2922 meters above sea level.  Upon learning from another friend about an open climb 2 days on Labor Da</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Philippines/Benguet/blog-495890.html</link>
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                    <title>Batanes Philippines</title>
                    <description>It was love at first sight. After years of pure imagination I was finally able to set foot on Batanes a group of islands at the northernmost tip of the Philippines.  Three islands are inhabited  Batan Sabtang and Itbayat.  It is actually nearer Formosa Taiwan than Luzon mainland.  Together with 4 friends they just first met one another at the airport our adventure was one that would be h</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/Philippines/Batanes/blog-477230.html</link>
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